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letra de fuck 12 - khalil jibran

(f-ck 12)
(he be screaming f-ck 12!)

yo
i’m in the back of the paddywagon they had me slackin’
slappin’ cuffs on my wrist
i shoulda never f-cked with that b-tch
that white girl
black man, livin’ in this white world
got the pack in my reach
hope they never check me and let me go
so i can sell it back to the streets
when the youngins clappin’ the heaters to stay warm in the winter time
and need food in the dinner time in the lime light
and everybody doing crime right?
well soon imma have to get my mind right
the cops asked
“what’s your name, and your date of birth?
i’m searching your car, but gotta sign these papers first”
i said “don’t you need probable cause, you can’t har-ss a man who abides by the laws–”
he said “please, don’t gimme that, you kinda rich and you black so you gotta sell crack”
mm that’s a h-ll of a stereotype
in my hood a lotta n-ggas scared of yo type
but not me
i know all of my rights
akhi
we don’t f-ck with you pigs cos you corrupt where we live
that’s why it was designed to keep us in line
politicians on television and they deceiving your mind
for tax dollas
murder for dirty money and at that black collar
if you stackin’ tags to the max holla

i was on the corner chillin’
minding my god d-mn business
f-cker gon’ pull up like
why ya pants so looooooooooow??
i bet you breakin’ the laaaawwwww
(f-ck 12)

my pants saggin’ i’m swaggin’
that’s what n-ggas do
what’s n-ggas spelled backwards?
dutches, papers and backwoods
my eyes lower than my jeans, cos i’m totin’ these potent trees
you reap what you sow, so why we sowing seeds?
i’m in these streets and i’m just trynna succeed
it seems real n-ggas became a rare breed
i done observed and take heed, look
we duckin’ them crown vic’s
we at war with each other, strap a hunnit round clips
and i’m in business when you need a down b-tch
cos i remember last summer we was moving brown bricks
–we had to move that ye
in the middle of the l!ck, had to shoot that k
the cops all in my way– make a n-gga go m.i.a in mia
the flo-rida, its so proper, the known saga
on the block handle the rock like globe trottas’
i got a hundred bricks stashed in patron boxes
a hundred chicks in my phone and i only bone foxes
i be on, b-o-n
i’m making a change cos, i ain’t trynna see no pen
for the war on drugs, i don’t see no end
it’s really a war on thugs and we won’t win

i was on the corner chillin’
minding my god d-mn business
f-cker gon’ pull up like
why ya pants so looooooooooow??
i bet you breakin’ the laaaawwwww
(f-ck 12)

on the block im the rockin’ the rock the cops on the block, im unc-cking the glock and i pocket the profit
h-lla charges like chargers i’m hoping i could dodge it
the bail get popped soon as wifey drop a deposit
i’m movin’ slow i’m off the promethazine
i see the jakes i hope they just let me be
they coming for me i can feel the energy
i’m serving fiends fulfilling the devil’s deeds
i tried to slide to the g-ride eye contact with the cop and he seen me fried
while he start to make a u-turn i threw my gun in the car send returned to the curb
pulled up and he was a lieutenant, asked about my coup and what and who’s in it
then he seen it was 5% tinted and now he talking about the drug game -ssuming that i’m in it
that was a h-ll of an -ssumption, the distribution of a controlled substance
it’s all because of nixon and reagan
there would be no conviction, if a n-gga was caucasian
yes, i possess a cds and i sell more drugs than the cvs
but i ain’t proud, cos this sh-t ain’t fun
i got 99 problems and movin’ bricks ain’t one

i was on the corner chillin’
minding my god d-mn business
f-cker gon’ pull up like
why ya pants so looooooooooow??
i bet you breakin’ the laaaawwwww
(f-ck 12)

- khalil jibran

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